The Villainess Female Supporting Character with a Bun

With someone hugging her around her waist, and a pleasant fragrance lingering in her nose, Jiang Mingyuan took a deep breath and reached out to touch the woman's lower back, feeling infinite satisfaction in his heart.

He lowered his head slightly, and his lips tentatively touched Cheng Huan's forehead. Seeing that the other party did not resist, he gradually became more courageous. His lips gradually moved downward from the center of his eyebrows to the bridge of his nose, and he took a small bite at the tip of his nose. After a little distance, I finally captured the ruddy pair that I still longed for.

The lips were pressed together, and there was no other movement for a while. They breathed each other's breath, and even the air became silent.

After a long time, Jiang Mingyuan moved his lips. He opened his lips, and the other party also opened his lips at the same time, as if he had a clear understanding of his heart. The tips of their tongues poked out and tentatively touched each other. Once they became familiar, they became tightly entangled.

After all, neither of them had much experience, so the two of them inevitably bumped into each other when they kissed. Either they used too much force and hit their teeth, or they accidentally bit their tongues when intertwining. But even if the process doesn't go smoothly, they have no plans to separate.

There was a slight noise at the door, but the two people hugging each other didn't notice it. A few seconds later, a clear child's voice sounded at the door: "Mom, dad, what are you doing?"

Xingxing stared at them with an airplane toy in his hand, his eyes pure and ignorant of the world.

The people hugging each other were stunned when they heard the sound. Cheng Huan reached out and pushed Jiang Mingyuan, got out of his arms, hid behind him and wiped his lips with the back of his hand. He was a little afraid to face his son for the first time.

I don’t know if it’s because men are naturally thick-skinned in this regard, or because Jiang Mingyuan has mastered cultivation. He looks much calmer than Cheng Huan. The man took out a tissue and wiped off the water stains on his lips slowly before asking the station. The child at the door: "Why are you down?"

"Shall I come down to play?" Xingxing dragged the little plane over, with searching eyes. He stared at his father's brightly colored lips and stuck out his little tongue: "Dad, are you and mommy playing kissing?"

Jiang Mingyuan: "...Yeah."

"Why do you have to stick out your tongue when you're kissing?" Xingxing was particularly surprised: "I never did."

"This is a game for us adults, you are still a child..." Someone pinched his waist, Jiang Mingyuan's voice paused, he took the hand and squeezed it, then stepped forward seriously and rubbed his son's head, and began to change the topic: "Okay, there's nothing strange about this. Dad, let's play games with you."

"Oh." Xingxing was still confused, but the game was obviously more attractive to him, so he just looked up at his blushing mother and followed his father obediently.

The two walked away with their backs to her. Cheng let out a sigh of relief and patted his face with his hand. She tried her best to suppress her chaotic heartbeat and asked in a normal-sounding voice: "I'm going to cook, do you want to eat?"

"Stop it, I bought you lunch. I'll be here later." Jiang Mingyuan squatted on the ground and helped his son dismantle the plane. He took the time to reply to Cheng Huan. He pointed to the sofa next to him: "You can sit and play for a while. You can use your cell phone or watch TV, or watch us dismantling things.”

His face was soft and completely relaxed: "Don't go far, I want to watch you."

The blush on Cheng Huan's cheeks that had not faded was even worse. She glared at the person on the ground, trying to stop them from talking nonsense, but her eyes were shy and lacked any power. After glaring, she actually sat down on the sofa, leaning back. Straighten your knees and wait for lunch to arrive.

Jiang Mingyuan told the truth. He was really afraid that people would leave. He came to see her after a while, which made Cheng Huan unable to relax at all. When the takeaway arrived, the tips of her ears were still red.

You can't get takeout in the apartment, so you have to take it to the doorman, who will take it downstairs and pick it up yourself. The phone rang. Jiang Mingyuan answered the call and said a few words. He hung up and let Xingxing play by himself. He put on his coat and went downstairs to get the takeaway.

The takeaway was quite generous, with four dishes and one soup, all in very small portions. The food was well kept warm and was still steaming hot when it arrived. Jiang Mingyuan came up with the things, opened the takeout boxes one by one and put them on the coffee table. He went to the kitchen to get a pair of clean chopsticks and handed them over. He bent down and kissed her at the corner of her eyes: "Okay, let's eat here."

Cheng Huan took it, glanced at the stars, and whispered to him: "Pay attention."

The man said "hmm", his eyes full of smiles, obviously he didn't take it to heart.

It was almost three o'clock after finishing the meal. After finishing the meal, Cheng Huan packed up the garbage and bagged it, and said to the two people at home, "I'm going to the store."

"I'll accompany you." Jiang Mingyuan stood up and said.

Cheng Huan refused: "No, you and Xingxing can stay at home. I just have something to do and will be back soon."

The man was not very satisfied, but in the end he reluctantly agreed because Cheng Huan promised to accompany him back to his hometown.

…

Cheng Huan's main purpose of going to the store was to hand out New Year red envelopes.

The plan to work overtime during the Spring Festival has been finalized. Except for New Year’s Eve and the first day of the Lunar New Year, I will have to work on the remaining days. Originally, Cheng Huan planned to give out the money when the school opened in the second year of junior high school, as a good start. Now that the plan has changed, this matter has to be brought forward.

The money was new banknotes with serial numbers that I had withdrawn from the bank before. It was packed in a red envelope and looked bulgy.

Cheng Huan's store has only been open for a short time, but the business is good and she has made a lot of money in the past few months. She is not a stingy person. She gives more red envelopes during the New Year and the employees feel comfortable.

There are many non-local residents in S city, and they have all gone back at this time. The originally busy city has become a bit empty, and the business of the store has inevitably been affected. When Cheng Huan passed by, there were only one or two tables of customers inside.

She walked into the kitchen with her bag, took out the red envelopes from the bag, and distributed them to everyone in turn. The employees who received the red envelopes naturally smiled and became even more satisfied after seeing the amount inside. They had to work overtime during the New Year. The resentment has also been reduced a lot.

After giving out the red envelopes, Cheng Huan was ready to go back. There were two people waiting for her at home. She went downstairs along the escalator. When she reached the first floor, she saw the watch store next to the stairs doing an event. When she saw the advertising words on the sign, she thought of Jiang Mingyuan's unchanging suit, so she turned back. Prepare to buy some clothes for someone.

On the 28th of the twelfth lunar month, many clothing stores in the shopping mall were closed, and many of the remaining stores were out of stock.

Cheng Huan looked at one floor and finally chose the one at the end of the street. This is an affordable luxury brand that serves young people and the price is within Cheng Huan's acceptable range.

The decoration of the men's clothing store is very elegant, and there are not many clothes hanging on the hangers. The waiters are not very attentive, but they will give you a detailed introduction when you like a certain piece of clothing. Cheng Huan looked around and finally selected a wool sweater with intarsia stripes. The overall sweater was stone gray, with only some light gray and black decorations on the sleeves. It looked very comfortable.

"You have such good taste. This is our new product this year. It is very slim and comfortable to wear." The waiter brought the clothes to Cheng Huan and wrapped them in the size she wanted. He smiled and recommended other matching clothes to her. .

Cheng Huan stayed in the clothing store for half an hour. When he finally came out, he was carrying four or five shopping bags, matching them with a set of winter clothes that would definitely look impressive.

It was almost four o'clock when she walked out of the mall. Cheng Huan waited at the door for more than 20 minutes with her things in hand before an empty taxi arrived. She got in the car with her hands full of things, closed the door and let out a long sigh. I mentally put the plan of getting a driver's license and buying a car on my agenda.

When I got home, the sun was already halfway down, and Jiang Mingyuan was teaching his son to do math problems.

Stars can already count from 1 to 200, and can do addition and subtraction within fifty. When Cheng Huan walked in, the little guy was counting with his fingers.

He counted for a while, scratched his head, and came to an uncertain answer: "It's 48."

"By the way." Jiang Mingyuan handed over a gift box: "This is to reward you."

"Thank you, Dad!" Xingxing took it and turned around when he heard the noise at the door. When he saw it was Cheng Huan, he ran over with a smile, still holding the box in his hand: "Mom, I can count 70-22. This is Dad. A reward for me.”

"Xingxing is so smart." Cheng Huan put down what he was holding and kissed him, praising.

The child received the praise and smiled silly. He held the things in his arms and glanced at the paper bag on the ground: "Is this the clothes mom bought for me?"

Judging from the mouth of the bag, the colors of the clothes inside were not very bright and did not fit in with my mother's aesthetic when buying clothes, so Xingxing thought they were for him. He put down the package in his hand and bent down to take out the contents of the bag.

What he took happened to be the woolen sweater that Cheng Huan was interested in first. The little guy shook the sweater off and made some gestures on his body, and then the happiness on his face disappeared. He turned the clothes over and looked back and forth, then raised his head a little aggrievedly: "Mom, these clothes are too big."

"Ahem." Cheng Huan took the clothes over and said to his son, "These clothes are not yours. They are bought for dad."

"No wonder." The little guy patted his chest, squatted down and asked, "Which piece did mom buy for me?"

Cheng Huan: "..."

"These are all daddy's."

"Huh?" Xingxing couldn't believe it: "Isn't it mine?"

"This..." Cheng Huan glanced at Jiang Mingyuan not far away, lowered his head and reasoned with Xingxing: "Didn't mom buy it for you two days ago?"

"But I didn't buy it today."

"Then I didn't buy it for dad two days ago."

"That's it, okay then." The little guy thought for a while with a serious face, and found that this was indeed the case, so he put aside the unhappiness in his heart, picked up the gift from his father and unwrapped it. went.

After Xingxing left, Jiang Mingyuan came over. He bent down and picked up the bag on the ground, with a smile on his face: "Are you delaying buying clothes for me?"

"Uh... um." Cheng Huan moved his eyes and nodded, then asked him to try on the clothes.

Jiang Mingyuan naturally had no objection and carried the clothes into the room. A few minutes later, the door was opened again.

There are only so many styles and colors available for men's clothing, so we can only work on the details.

A stone gray woolen sweater is paired with a black military-style double-breasted coat. The coat is tailored to fit, giving it an air of asceticism. The lower body is wearing dark gray jeans with small feet. The close-fitting trousers and slightly heeled short boots make the man's legs look longer. unbelievable.

The man who changed out of his suit looked five or six years younger and more attractive. He was probably not used to this kind of clothes, so his walking pace slowed down a little. He kept staring at Cheng Huan's face from the moment he opened the door. After seeing the admiration on her face, the man completely relaxed and walked quickly He walked closer, stopped one meter away, and asked the person opposite with tenderness at the corners of his lips and eyes: "How are you doing?"